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I wrote this up on Medium recently and I am asking you to forgive me for replaying it here – I’m in a silent moment right now, when words need to be coaxed and bullied to come, so I am … Continue reading
Category Archives: Memory
Some of you might remember me writing about the day I first encountered the wolves down in Anacortes, and my incandescent relationship with them. My first Day of the Wolf was now more than two years ago, astonishingly, but THIS … Continue reading
When you’ve stuck at home for over a year, memories of social interactions can take on wistful dimension, the “If only I’d known!” In that spirit, a friend recently asked, What was your most memorable meal? I had to think … Continue reading
More than a decade ago, Deck and I made a trip down to California. We flew down to San Francisco, did a few bits of official business there, and met up with some friends whom we had known since,um, the … Continue reading
There’s been a New Year’s Day tradition in my family ever since I was a little girl. We’d gather around the TV on January 1 to watch the Vienna Philharmonic give the Neujahrskonzert, the New Year Concert, a joyous thing … Continue reading
So, you may or may not know (or remember) that my boy cat, Blackjack, had a bad brush with a urinary blockage back in the summer and I came THIS close to losing him. He’s good now. Thank you. Thank … Continue reading
I am in the midst of a beta-read of a novel you will all be seeing through BVC not too long from now – Phyllis Irene Radford’s “Siren Singer” – and in the context of the book she touches on … Continue reading
It’s been said that a man with one timepiece knows what time it is (or thinks he does, anyway – and can organise a life around that…) Any multiplication of that, and they will go out of sync, and who … Continue reading
Local Magics by Jennifer Stevenson Four liminal short stories by Jennifer Stevenson: “Solstice” A young guitarist turns the year with her bare hands. “The Riddle Curse” The goddess struggles to reunite with her two husbands. “Tragesangre” Bigamy only hurts when … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking recently about the process of welcoming new members and, naturally, this dredged up memories of the many ‘first days’ I experienced. The most notable – and traumatic – was my first real job when I joined the … Continue reading